I stretch out onto my toes, to increase my chances of being spotted, so now my eyes become level with her ample breasts. I’m looking at the contours...created across her t -shirt, she’s obviously bra-less, and so near to me, virtually touching my face. I’m completely lost now as I visualize her leaning forward so two cushions envelop my face. Lifting her ‘T’ and discarding it on the bar, the club becomes a distant fog, and now it’s just her and me. She takes her left breast in her palm and lifts. -- "I can't think of a single thing the CIA has done right since before the Bay of Pigs. It looks to me that if we halved the CIA's budget, they'd commit half as many illegal screwups and we could use the billions saved to do something useful about our health care system. That seems very appropriate seeing as how the CIA killed our chance of being as healthy as Mark Anderson was. No sane person would disagree that we'd be better off spending the CIA's budget on health care than using it to. He was my lover of the past, many years ago in our youth sparks had ignited, but now the years and distance kept us apart. Although we chatted from time to time on the internet, my thoughts often drifted to him; wondering during the day what he was doing, what his plans for the evening might be, would he show up on the internet, and if so, would he want to chat. Although our chat was mostly about the daily grind, occasionally it would turn sexual. I would describe what I would like to do to him. " Hank smiled "Chad isn't the type to give up easily but he also has never been in a fight other than a few thrown punches, if things get rough keep an eye on him for me will you." Brax chuckled "no problem."Chad groaned hearing the others getting up, it seemed like he had just closed his eyes, he sighed and sat up shivering. They ate hard crusts of bread as they walked, Chad still had the piece of blanket over his shoulders. Hank stopped suddenly and held up his hand, listening, he turned and.